I saw it a second time, and I want to kill Bryan Singer.
This is how much I love Superman:
Even after seeing the disgusting skid mark that is the suit Routh is wearing, I still went to see it. I ignored it throughout the whole movie because I wanted so badly to like it. I dealt with it.
The suit is crap. I don't care what Singer says. Superman NEVER looked like that. Ever. Never has there been an S on the belt. The boots looked terrible. They were unbelievably clumsy looking and had these soles like Superman was going mountain climbing. It's overkill and unnecessary. The colors were disgustingly, unforgivably muted. Find me a photo of any Superman incarnation where the reds look like that. Not even the Fleischer cartoons had the reds that dark.
I don't mind the S on the cape being missing so much. It's not that big of a deal, but the reason for it not being there is disgusting. Highly trained, highly paid CGI guys working on a $200 million plus movie-and not just any movie, a friggin SUPERMAN movie, one of WB's golden geese-couldn't handle it? They couldn't make it work? It would "just look like some yellow thing?" That's just stupid. We'd all know what it was even if it wasn't clear. They couldn't get a 3-D symbol on the cape I guess and Singer wouldn't put the regular logo anywhere near this movie. Even still, no excuse. Then putting the S on the belt instead was pathetic.
The t-shirt collar thing didn't work either. It made Routh look smaller because the enormous cape he was wearing all ended in this very tight, bicycle-shirt type collar that seemed really constricted and just looked bad. Having the collar the way it's supposed to be-more open-would broaden Routh's shoulders and make him look bigger, the cape would drape over his shoulders the way it's supposed to and give him a more regal look. The way it is now is just awkward.
All this-and I still had faith.
Then I see the movie at the very first advanced screening. The opening credits almost made me cry. Hearing that music and seeing those flying letters hit me right in the chest. It was beautiful. I couldn't keep the 8 year-old's smirk off my face.
I love Routh. I think he's great. Not even because he resembles Christopher Reeve (I don't even really think he does all that much...people see what they want I suppose) but because I think he did a good job despite the ******** of a suit he was wearing. He doesn't compare to Reeve by light years but I don't think anyone expected him to. He did a good job, good enough.
Kevin Spacey was phenominal as Luthor. Bosworth as Lois Lane was good, although I never cared much about Lois Lane altogether.
The plot was good. Luthor's plan was stupid but he's had worse ones. Superman's sacrifice and lifting that whole thing into space was awesome. It showed his power like never before and he must have literally been dying while he did it. Something that heavy and with kryptonite in it on top of it. Awesome. I loved that. I loved the flying up to the sunlight and giving it all he's got.
Then, there's the friggin kid. I didn't mind him at first. I even laughed when Superman was on TV and he looked at Clark and started wheezing. He was cute. Then Luthor asked the question...and I started fidgeting.
Then he threw the piano, and I wanted to walk out. Doesn't anybody else see this as horribly wrong? Superman has a son? It's disgusting. Not only does he have a kid, but Luthor knows about it. Now Superman has a kid to worry about whenever something happens. It stinks and I don't like it.
The whole time I was muttering, "that better not be his kid" to myself. I was in denial the whole time, reading reviews and people eluding to it because I woudn't in a million years dream that Singer would have the balls to do that. I love Superman so much that I stayed even after that. Then for the rest of the movie I was muttering, "he better die." to myself. It never happened. I wanted to die.
I couldn't appreciate the rest of the movie as much as I could have because the whole time I felt that horrible knot in my stomach. I hated it. It was a nightmare. Maybe I'm alone on this. I couldn't appreciate the homage to the Superman movie endings. I couldn't appreciate the scene with the sun and lifting the island as much as I would have if that kid didn't exist.
I love Superman so much that I couldn't stop thinking about it. I had dreams where I was just having nightmares and the movie turned out fantastic. I had dreams of meeting and pleading with Bryan Singer to fix the suit and the whole kid situation. It consumed my thoughts for days.
I love Superman so much that I saw it again, because I really wanted to like this movie. I can't express how much I wanted to like this movie.
I saw it again, and I loved every minute of it before and after the kid thing. But all of it is tainted with that moment. It ruined the movie for me. Destroyed. Everything good about it is killed by the fact that Superman has a kid. This isn't even considering the biological possibility of it even happening, just the fact that it affects Superman and Superman's mythos directly.
The things Singer did right only make what he screwed up even worse. He knew to keep the music, he knew to honor the first film, he knew how to cast the characters, but somehow the suit and the fact that giving Superman a kid (which is something so monumental that he has no authority to do it) slipped past the radar of "I'm doing everything right."
I bought the poster before I saw the movie because I was so sure I'd love it despite what I already didn't like. Now I have it still rolled up in my room and I don't know what to do with it. It's a great looking poster, but it's like having a picture of the guy who raped your sister on your wall because he's good looking (if you're a girl, or gay).
Ultimately, the movie disappointed me. It disheartened me. It destroyed me.
That's how much I love Superman.
Sorry this was so long.